Comes a time

Ships coming in upon the horizon,strange sounds and smells fill the air,
The yellow moon on the rise,is there where I stare.
My watch is broken but I know,it’s time to go,
Up on the mountain I see for miles,
A lot of motion ,but no one is there,the ground is bare,
The stars are bright ,the air is cold.
I want to be someone -in this life,who makes it on my own,
I want to be someone-in this life,who cares and not be alone,
Where am I,
There is a lonely path I walk down, times that I feel secluded and blue,
Of the few I think of ,I always come back to you,
The signs are proven,I take the other way,
Stepping up for the depths to the shallows,
Looking into a reflecting pool where there is a ripple,
I too,am here then gone.. 1-28-2012